I like this bizarre abstract. No one can guess what it is. It is actually ice crystals in the bottom of my recycling bin. I noticed the ice crystals, and tried to preserve some in the freezer. That didn't work. I tried to hold a chunk of ice in my hand, and shoot with the other hand. That didn't work. By the time I figured out how to put the bin on top of my car with the morning sunlight at just the right angle, the crystals had melted a bit, and this is the result. The crystals look like a forest, but they are really just five or six millimeters high.

This is the wonderful gazebo in Ocean Park, Oak Bluffs, at dawn. Is there anything more small town America than a gazebo? Every other Sunday evening in the summer, the Vineyard Haven town band plays here, always winding up with a rousing version of Sousa's Stars and Stripes Forever. On the weeks they are not here, they are in Owen Park in Vineyard Haven, where I can hear the music from my boat in the harbor.

Happenstance is a wonderful thing. I was at Quansoo (see previous image) when I saw two beautiful swans in a tidal marsh. I slogged through, but the swans were having none of it, and swam away. The water was still, and the sky reflected in the pond. I got this shot just as the sun dipped below the horizon. I'm not nuts about the colors, but many people like this photograph.

Quansoo is a private beach, natural and undeveloped, with high dunes and crashing surf. Though beautiful, it is not usually interesting to photograph, just sand and water in pretty much the same proportion a far as you can see. On this day, I walked behind the dunes through a fairly dry marsh, and saw these reeds just across a tidal creek. The reeds block enough light so the sun doesn't blast out the image, and captured the golden glow perfectly.